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February 2, 2010

Eldest Dude is ...

one smart dude.

And I'm so glad it was his homework, not mine, to diagram The Song of Wandering Aengus.

I went out to the hazel wood,Because a fire was in my head,And cut and peeled a hazel wand,And hooked a berry to a thread;And when white moths were on the wing,And moth-like stars were flickering out,I dropped the berry in a streamAnd caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floorI went to blow the fire a-flame,But something rustled on the floor,And someone called me by my name:It had become a glimmering girlWith apple blossom in her hairWho called me by my name an ranAnd faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wanderingThrought hollow lands and hilly lands,I will find out where she has gone,And kiss her lips and tak her hands;And walk among long dappled grass,And pluck till time and times are done,The silver apples of the moon,The golden apples of the sun. - W. B. Yeats

And drat, I lost the other piece of paper (with the last stanza) before I took a picture of it. This simple little assignment comes courtesy of Eldest Dude's hard & diligent work in his awesome writing program, Classical Writing: Diogenes, as taught by the brilliant, friendly and engaging Kathy Weitz.

I am impressed, indeed! With today's trend towards text-speak, I thought that diagramming sentences (and just assembling coherent structured sentences) was a lost art... Bravo, Dude! And credit to Kathy Weitz!

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I'm a Christian, wife, mother, photographer, home educator, lover of good books, drinker of coffee and Diet Coke, watcher of "reality" tv, taker of walks, and occasional waterskier, enjoying life with my Dudes.